So England gave us Richard Reid, the shoe bomber. Americans have been taking their shoes off in airports ever since. And I walked through Heathrow security in my shoes. Unbelievable.
Trip home was long and tedious (plane full of sick people, and crying baby, and turbulent weather), but not as long as it would have been if I hadn’t been the only person in my group alert enough before dawn to realize the driver from Cambridge was about to drop us all off at the wrong Heathrow terminal. I scored some brownie points with coworkers on that one!
E picked me up at the airport using my car, then later that afternoon we went to trade in her old car and pick up her new one. She did well in her purchase; it’s really nice and we both love the heated seats.
Some combination of jet lag and possibly a stomach bug picked up on the plane made yesterday a very long and unpleasant day. The cat kept me company while I napped.
I’ll close with a few last photos of scientific interest, not from the conference, but seen in my wandering around the university. They had a poster series on some railings about famous scientific discoveries by university alumni:
There was the historic Eagle pub, where Watson and Crick figured out DNA over some ale:
And finally, there was a shop with this giant mechanical clock-like thing in the window:
It was a really excellent trip. I’m very glad I went, but also glad to be back home now with my wife, and my cat, and American food. I’ve consumed enough oddly flavored mush on bread, and tea with milk, to last me for quite a while. 🙂